bowers gang preferences & imagines

heartbroken past; p.h

since that henry imagine was probably the most depressing thing i have ever written, im going to do a patrick imagine! even though its basic, this one will be cute and so will the next victor imagine i put out. enjoy babes xx

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a year and a half earlier

"patrick, you're breaking up with me?" i  fumed, he had just gotten in the door and i needed to confront him. he looks confused for a minute, until his eyes get sad.

henry, victor and belch were driving me home today, and whatever way the conversation turned, one of patricks secrets slipped out. henry attempted to cover victors mouth, but i still heard every word perfectly.

"he told us he is breaking up with you to focus on school" victor said, without realizing the words spilling from his lips.

everything goes silent, before i form a response, a question i've had for a while but never had the strength to ask.

"is he cheating on me?" i question, more upset then mad right now.

i can see henry in the rearview mirror and belch and victor next to me. all of their eyes widen, simultaneously.

"god no, y/n, we would have told you if he would, which he wouldn't. he loves you with his whole heart, more than i've ever seen him love anyone or anything" henry says, his eyes focused on the road ahead, but shaking his head slowly while speaking.

my heart ached with pain, but i was also fuming inside. he told them and not me? he just planned on doing it randomly? i clenched my jaw before speaking up again.

"henry, can you drop me of to patricks house? we need to have a chat."i spoke. he nods in agreement, and i can hear victor gulp besides me.

focusing back into present, patrick walks towards me, trying to place his hands on my hips, but i push them off. he looks the most hurt i've ever seen him, but i decide to be strong and not cry, even though my heart is breaking the more i look into his eyes.

"were you planning on telling me? or were you just going to stop talking to me completely. how long ago did you think about ending our relationship? tell me that patrick" i demanded. 

"no, y/n. i love you so much. you know that. please, let me explain, please." he begs.

i stay silent for a minute, wondering if i will give him a chance to explain himself, and i decide to let him. i nod at him to continue.

"my parents think you're a distraction. they like you, yeah. but they want me to do good in classes and apparently if we take a break i can focus on that or some bullshit. they said i can get back with you when my marks up, i am so sor-" he says, but i need to comment.

"are you kidding me patrick? how many times have you disobeyed your parents, even when it came to me. we used to sneak out to parties, we would close your door when we were in your room, which was against your moms wishes. we drink, you smoke, you do drugs. you do hard drugs, patrick! why are you listening to them now, of all times" you snap, tears starting to pour from your eyes. he reaches up to wipe them but you flinch, pulling away again.

"you know what, im not even going to give you a chance to respond. you never gave me a chance to talk to you about this anyways. im done, patrick. have a nice life" i fume, storming out of his house, he grabs my wrist, but i haul it away and walk myself home.